Democratic Sentinel, Volume 8, Number 49, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 January 1885 — WOMAN GOSSIP. [ARTICLE]

WOMAN GOSSIP.

The Fatal Wish. Young Husband—We have been very happy, pet, and there is only one favor I have to ask. Bride—What is that, love? ’“I am desperately fond of pumpkin pie.” “You never told me about it.” “I did not like to trouble you, but the season for it is here, and I really can’t get along without it. ” “Well, dear, you shall have it.” “Do you know how to make it ?” “No; but my mother does. I’ll send for her. Rather Personal. Little Nell—“ You like my sister, don’t you ?” Young Pilkins —“Ya-as, I—aw—like her vewy much. ” Little Nell—“ You wan’t to marry her, don’t you ?” Young Pilkins—“Well, weally, my little deah, that is a vewy personal question.” Little Nell—’’When you get married you will need all the room in your house, won’t you ?” Young Pilkins—“l weally don’t understand you.” Little Nell—“ Why, you know you only occupy part of it now.” Young Pilkins —“Only part?” Little Nell—“ Yes; pa said your upper story was for rent.” — Philadelphia Call. Woman's Way of Stopping a Car. Talking of horse cars reminds us of certain anomalies that come under observation in regard to them. One is the idiosyncrasy of the gentle sex where they are concerned. It is one of the oddest things in life to see a lady calmly take up her stand on the sidewalk and signal the driver with her umbrella, as if it was a special privilege of his to come and fetch her. Of the hundreds of ladies who go daily by horse car from point to point, fifty per cent, may be seen calmly flourishing umbrellas on the sidewalk, and awaiting its arrival before they take a step forward to meet it. Why, m the name of common sense, they cannot /stand upon the crossing where they know the ear will stop, no one, not even they themselves, can tell, yet they must know that by doing so they could save time for the car-driver and energy for themselves. Another peculiarity is the want of thought and consideration which will induce them to remain seated in the car if it stops within three or four doors of their destination rather than Walk a few steps, preferring to subject the horses to the renewed strain of stopping and starting rather than suffer a trifling inconvenience.— New York Mail and Express.

A Woman’s Hair.

Mrs. Bladen, writing in Taggart’s Sunday Times, says that when a woman is overheated and tired, “fixing her hair,” which means letting it fall loose, combing, and rearranging it, is a more refreshing process than even bathing the face. When the hair is let down some sort of interior weight seems to pass off from the head. What is strange, however, is that, when made smooth and twisted, and again fastened tightly, there is a still greater sensation of clearness and freedom inside the brain. It is an illustration of blowing hot and cold with the same breath—that is to say, two opposite processes produce a similar result. Here is an experiment the fair reader may try for herself. If she takes down her hair and lets it fall about her shoulders, the first sensation is that of coolness; but if allowed to hang loose the heat of the head increases very rapidly, and the tighter the hair is twisted or plaited the sooner this heat is relieved. If a woman’s hair is free from oils or pomades, and sl» combs it on a winter night with a rubber comb, electric sparks will fly out, and a crackling sound be emitted. If, with the hair hanging in this condition, she stands on a chair, the four legs of which are placed in ordinary glass tumblers, and points her finger at a gas-burner, she can light the gas with her touch. There will be a slight report and a sharp, tingling sensation in the end of the finger from which the electric spark passes. Now, if her hair is dressed—that is to say, smoothed with oils or pomades and tightly twisted—she can not light the gas by pointing the tip of her finger at it unless the electricity of her system is excited by friction. If phe wears a silk dress and has it rubbed with a fur muff, she can accomplish the feat, which would be a great saving of matches, but at the expense of a great deal of trouble.

A Good Word for Homely Girls.

“Why are homely girls always the best scholars, the best workers, and make the best wives ?” This question was propounded by an observant and, intelligent gentleman who had been twice led to the hymeneal altar, and is ready to be sacrificed again. “Is such really the case ?” “I have reason to know that it is. It is natural enough, isn’t it ? The girl who is handsome in feature and form concludes very early in life that these are her stock in trade; and with them she enters the matrimonial market. Nine times out of ten she is soon off the hooks and at the head of a house. Her homely .sister has hardly entered her teens until she discovers she is made to stand aside for the pretty-faced girls. All that neatness of dress, elegance of manners, and proficiency in the arts of making one’s self attractive she does, deliberately and for a purpose, perhaps, or, possibly, for no other

reason than, Topsy-like, she grew that wav.” “The chances are she does it solely for the purpose of compensating for her lack of physical beauty.” “My observations lead directly to the opposite consclusions,” replied the in- ! telligent observer. “There is among the great laws of nature one known as the law of compensation, and I am thoroughly convinced that to it the I homely girl is indebted for the taste I and disposition that prompt her to make herself useful when she cannot be ornamental.” “Then if you had the choice of two ladies, one beautiful and the other homely, von would take the homely one?” “Experience and observation both teach me that would be the wise thing to do. The first impulse would naturally be to take the prettier of the two, but I would give the first impulse time to pass off, and act upon sober second thought.” The old gentleman may be entirely right in this matter. — Pittsburgh Dispatch. Why Mr. Blough Changed His Hind. “My dear,” said Mr. Blough, “I am not going qut this morning. I have a cold and it rains, so I think I will stay in the house and finish examining those papers that ” “Oh! Pm so glad,” said Mrs. Blough. “Now I shall have somebody to talk to. You have no idea how lonesome it is here after you are gone. And I have wanted to get a chance to run out for a morning’s shopping for some time, so I will go to-day and you will see to things, won’t you? I expect the grocer's boy pretty soon. Tell him to bring some matches, and bread, and some boned codfish, and half a pound of butter, and a little dried beef, and don’t forget to say that the last coffee he brought was not the right kind. Then when the ashman comes round be sure you watch for him and tell him he musn’t spill any more ashes on our sidewalk. And the dressmaker will be in before noon. Tell her I can’t be fitted for that waist till I get some new ruching for the bottom of my yellow skirt, and for her to call Thursday afternoon. Oh! and don’t forget to tell the condensed-milk man to leave two glasses instead of one. Tell him I’m going to make a pudding to-morrow. And the ice-man ’ll want to be paid. Give him 43 cents, and tell him that piece he left last Friday was not good ice, so I won’t pay him full price for it. And give him one of your cigars, won’t you? I always do every Saturday. And the upholsterer is coming to see about doing over that chair in the back parlor, and say to him that I will come around and pick out the color I want in plush. And now I’ll run out. You can have a nice, quiet day, with nothing to disturb you; and’you won’t mind going out for lunch, will £ou. if I don’t get back? Goodby, d£Sr. Oh! and if the butcher’s boy havens to go by will yo'u call to him him to bring me seven pounds and a half as a roasting piece day after to-morrow; and pay the newsman when he comes for his money, will you? Good by.” And Mrs. BTough went out. Mr. Blough whistled softly. Then he said to himself: “I guess it won’t rain much. ” And he went down to his office.— New York Herald.